Writer * Youth Director * Seminarian

anxiety

The window at my desk is open, and I can hear the birds chirping in the just-budding trees. Baxter, my tuxedo cat, is nestled against the window screen, praying that it disappears long enough for him to escape into spring. In fact, I feel like I’ve just escaped into spring after being held captive in … [Read more…]

I’m not sure what my dad had against squirrels, but maybe he was applying divine wisdom when I was a youth. You did not want to be considered a squirrel in the Luthy household. When I was in high school and college, and would mention a potential male suitor I was admiring, my dad would … [Read more…]